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I’m not sure what she needs, but whatever it is, I’ll give it to her. I’m just shocked that for once, she’s not pushing me away or throwing me her attitude. Maybe she’s happy I took care of her last night, after all.
“Touch me. Please. I need to feel you.”
Now, my eyes snap open and quickly adjust to the light. Did she really just say what I think she did?
I rise onto my elbow to see her face, wanting to make sure I’m not hallucinating or wasn’t just mentally conjuring up the dream I was having before I woke up. I need to see the words forming on her mouth.
Maisy’s eyes are still closed, but she’s biting down on her lip, holding back a seductive smile. Is she toying with me? I swear if my girl is teasing me just so she can open her eyes and say, “Psych. Never going to happen, fucker,” she’ll be in so much trouble. Her sexy peach will be feeling the imprint of my palm for days.
“Mmm… Yes, that’s exactly what I want, Ice. Give it to me.”
Holy shit. I don’t think she’s fucking with me. I actually think she’s dreaming. And from what it seems, she doesn’t look to be having a nightmare about me. She’s not bitching me out in her sleep, but is calling for me, begging for me. Knowing that a part of her still needs me, has my chest growing tight—and my joggers growing tighter.
“Yes, Ice. Oh, God… It’s so good. That’s it. Just like that.” Her head tilts back on her moan, and her body starts to writhe next to mine. Damn, she’s so sexy.
Her arm begins moving between us, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she’s got her fingers tucked inside her panties. I wish I could flip on a light and watch my girl as she rubs her little pussy into a frenzy and gets herself off. I’d give anything just to listen to her shout my name as she comes in the throes of her dream, but…my momma raised me right so that won’t be happening. Besides, Maisy will hate my ass if she wakes up and finds me stealing in on her private moment. And then any chance I had of redeeming myself will be burned to ash.
“Ice, I need more. I need more than your fingers. I want your cock.”
But fuck, is she making this hard on me. In EVERY way possible. Damn. Why can’t this be real? Why does it have to be a damn dream? I’d give anything to have her begging for my dick. Fuck. I’d give anything just to hear her in the sober light of day say my name without venom in her tone. I hate knowing that as soon as I wake her, she’ll be throwing me her sass, but I have to wake her up before it’s too late.
“Baby,” I whisper, brushing her hair off her cheek and tucking it behind her ear. “Show me those gorgeous eyes.”
Her eyes twitch under her lids, but they don’t open. But her mouth does, and another moan slips free. Another whimper that has my cock dribbling at the tip. Hearing the sounds not only coming from her plump lips but also from between her legs has me at a near breaking point. Fuck, she sounds wet and juicy, and I’m dying for a taste. Been starving for my girl for seven years. And if I don’t get her up now, I won’t be able to take much more of this torture. I’m liable to lie down, pretend I’m asleep, and jerk myself off to her hot little noises. Fuck.
“Babe, I’ll give you what you want,” I whisper the words, hoping they’ll sink past her hard shell and have her softening to me. “You just need to wake up for me. Maisy… Come on, my beautiful girl, wake up.”
Her mouth tips up in a smile, and I can’t resist. I trace my finger across it, and as I brush along her soft skin, her eyes flutter open. At first, it’s as if she’s trying to blink her sleep away as she adjusts to the light. She doesn’t seem upset with my presence, and I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief. But as soon as her vision becomes clear, so does her anger. Her eyes snap open wide before narrowing a glare on me.
“What the hell are you doing, Ice?”
I jerk my head back, pissed by the accusation. “I’m not doing anything.” I let my stare fall toward where her hand is still tucked between her legs; she’s clearly mistaking who’s rubbing on that clit. “You’re the one playing, babe.”
Her eyes look down at the spot and grow even bigger. She jerks her hand out from under her panties and pulls away from me.
“Why the hell are you here, Ice? And why were you watching me sleep, you pervert?”
Damn, she woke up fucking cheery. I should’ve snuck out of the room while she was finishing herself off, and gone down to get her some coffee. Let my girl get what she needed, and then give her a peace offering. Maybe then she wouldn’t have been so pissed. What the fuck? Figured she’d be spitting venom again, but right now, she’s accusing me of shit and conjuring up who knows what in that pretty little head of hers.
“You’re at the clubhouse in my bed, where the fuck else am I supposed to be? And I wasn’t watching you sleep. I was sleeping myself until I woke up to you calling for me.”
Shit. By the flare of her nose, that was the wrong thing to say. Now she’s fuming and scurrying from the bed like a bat out of hell.
“I wasn’t calling for you. You heard me wrong.” She finally stumbles to her feet as she stutters through her protest.
The fuck I did. No way am I letting her off the hook on this one. I want her to know exactly what I heard. And exactly who her subconscious self was begging for. There’s no denying what she wanted in her sleep. And I’d like her to try to claim there’s another Ice out there because I’d be calling bullshit.
She looks down at her near-naked form and then scoots back. “And why the hell am I practically naked and in your bed in the first place?” She starts looking around for her clothes, and as soon as she spots them, she’s shrugging on the form-fitting jeans so fast I’d be surprised if she didn’t rip them. And damn do I hate the fact she’s taking that gorgeous body of hers away from my view.
“You were drunk,” I state. “Too drunk. So I brought you up here to keep you safe. And then you passed the fuck out after you got your clothes off. Nothing happened. Well, not until…”
“I swear if you finish that sentence, I will launch this boot at your head.” She shakes her combat boot at me, and I have to bite back my chuckle. Laughing right now would only piss her off more. But I fucking love how my girl isn’t intimidated by me. She’s about the only one in existence who isn’t. Even my brothers know they can’t cross a line, or they get iced the fuck out. I can be one frigid bastard, hence earning my road name.
She stands after slipping on her boot and turns to me. Although she’s trying to look fierce and put me in my place, she’s lopsided in one shoe and looks nothing but adorable. Even the scowl on her face is so damn cute.
“This never fucking happened. You hear me?”
Nuh-uh. Nope. She’s not getting off that easy.
